Tell me... When did you first meet God? Was it... before someone spoke? Or after? Did you discover God... like the sunrise? Or... were you introduced? Before your first prayer... someone taught you... who was listening. Before your first fear... someone taught you... what to fear. Before your first question... someone had already prepared... the answer. If you had been born... on another shore... Would God have another name? Would heaven... look different? Would hell... change languages? Would you defend... another certainty... with the same conviction? Perhaps... we inherit... our image of God... long before... we begin searching... for God. The Infinite... needs no introduction. Only... our ideas... do. Can Truth... be inherited? Or... must it be discovered? The river... doesn't explain water. The sun... doesn't explain light. Life... doesn't explain itself. It simply... is. Maybe... God has never been hiding. Only... our inheritance... stood in the way. When every description... falls away... Who remains? Not... the inherited God. The Living One.
